Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete
The zenith of reality's hood
Where infinity runs its course
Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside
Your flesh is relic, your vessel obosolete
Your blood will stain your gold
Beyond reason
Beyond intellect
Your idea of hope
In Your Eyes
What Fresh Hell
Sanctuary
Made As The Stale Wine Of Wrath
Merging With Sword, Onto Them
Paying The Toll
In Your Eyes
The Calling
Beast Of Burden
Nothing Changes
Leviathan
Disenchanted Dreams (Of Conformity)
Vexed And Vomit Hexed
Salvation
Chug Jug With You
Blue Screen Of Death - THC EMP: Part I
Release Of Tears
Sanctuary
Introit
Leftist Out